Thursday, April 25, 2013

The Thing About Love

Love is a clichéd thing
With its edges and seams
Patches and protrusions

Love is a wild thing
With its cries and screams
Scrapes and bruises

Love is a tired thing
With its braces and themes
Branches and uses

But it doesn't matter.

Love is a true thing
With its life and dreams
Bursting with new

Though time wears us thin
And life rubs us raw
The trail is left dim
When a breath we can't draw

For love is a great thing
That binds us through
For when I think of love in this way
I always think first of you

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